After
Guardian’s Brumby's Run by Banjo
Paterson
They are a special lot,
reared by their kind special master,
run
high, jumping far beyond rules,
straight and high reaching mounds
and fields, races of course no need
to mention, hoofs resounding
a rhythm unique to the listener
all times, irrespective of his
tension.
The green and lawn
Soft and lushful ,
Unmindful of sickle and sieve,
accommodative and supple
never mind the pain
of hoofs and plods
for that is the nature
of Nature’ s vast and wide.
Ride is pleasure and fun,
Run is pain and ruin,
The stock love to return
Owner
proud to retain.
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